Artistry

by AE
To bring this loveliness to be,
Even for an hour, the Builder must
Have wrought in the laboratory
Of many a star for its sweet dust.

Oh, to make possible that heart
And that gay breath so lightly sighed:
What agony was in the art!
How many gods were crucified!
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